LYRICS:

So, Brandon... why do you think you're here today?
What is it that you feel when you're alon-
I told my shrink I hate the world, she said “Brandon, that’s not new,”
I said, “Neither’s your advice, doc, now pass me that volume two,”
I’m scribblin' death threats on Post-Its,
Thinkin’ 'bout breakfast —
Cartoons and corpses, my thoughts stay eclectic.
Pops dipped early, ghosted like Casper,
Left me with mom and a hole that got vaster,
She prays to a God that don’t answer her calls,
While I talk to myself and punch holes in my walls. 
Still rockin' those beat-up Chucks with the laces torn,
Still buildin’ altars outta rage and college porn,
Still wishin’ someone would ask how I'm feelin’,
But if I said it out loud, they’d just call it “appealin’.”
(I'm not okay, but I lie so well)
They love the pain when it rhymes and sells.
(They don’t want me, they want my hell)
So I smile in the mirror like, “Die yourself.”
This ain’t growth, it’s just decay in disguise,
Got a demon on my shoulder wearin’ BAPE and a tie.
(Welcome to Shrink Talk, tell me how you feel)
I said, “Like I wanna crash a car just to see if it’s real.”
I grew up in shadows, sharp tongue and blisters,
Skipped prom to write verses dissin' my sister,
Ain’t no hugs in this house, just slaps and scriptures,
Now I rap like a heathen with a pack of Twizzlers.
I laughed when she said “your future looks bright,”
Guess she ain’t seen my notebooks at night,
I write like a villain tryna climb outta trauma,
But the villain.. AAARGH!
I'm a mascot for kids with no dad and no outlet,
Who text “I’m fine” while writin' su*c*de in the margins of their math test.
Therapy bills stack like Lego towers,
And I just knock ‘em down — that’s control, that’s power.
They want the monster but not the mess,
The headline, not the context.
I’m talkin’ to shadows, burnin' sage in my room,
Still smell brimstone in my headphones — boom.
I spit truth like it’s blood on a canvas,
Made friends with the void, now we do damage.
I’m numb, but I fake it for applause and a check,
Wrote a song ‘bout my pain, they called it “refreshing,” bet.
Therapist: Do you think you’re addicted to sadness?
Brandon: I think sadness is addicted to me.
Therapist: That’s not how emotions work, Brandon.
Brandon: Neither is abandoning your kid, but here we are.
Therapist: You doing okay so far?
Brandon: Yeah, I’m fine, just a little more dead
Got ghosts in my phone and a war in my head.
(I’m the poster boy for pain in a hoodie)
Smile for the press while I rot in the hoodie.
Ain’t healing, just got better at hiding,
Therapist takin’ notes while I dream about dying.
(Welcome back to Shrink Talk, hope you enjoy the show)
I said, “Therapy’s just rap with less echo".
I took meds for a week, wrote three better verses,
Now I’m back off ‘em, talkin’ to my curses.
My mind’s a haunted house with no doors,
Every thought a jump scare, blood on the floors.
You ever smile so long your face starts twitchin’?
Laugh in the mirror ‘til it breaks, that’s livin’.
I said, “Doc, what’s the point of it all?”
You said, “You’re talented.”
I said, “So is my fall.”
All these fans want a piece of the wreck,
Want the sad kid with bars, not the scars or the check,
I'm a headline, a playlist, a quote for your thread,
But none of you’d care if I woke up dead.

SHRINK TALK!

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Grateful for 100 Followers on SoundCloud

Reaching 100 followers on SoundCloud might seem like a small milestone to some, but to me, it means everything. It’s more than just a number — it’s a sign that people are listening, connecting, and finding something meaningful in the music I create. For that, I’m deeply grateful.

When I first uploaded my tracks, I wasn’t sure anyone would really hear them. I was just expressing myself, pouring emotions, thoughts, and late-night inspiration into sound. Every like, comment, and follow since then has been a little reminder that I’m not alone — that my music resonates with others, even in small ways.

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